It’s a busy but quiet Saturday here on the Farm. Mr. Big Food is busy taking a post-lunch nap so as to be well rested for the playoff game later this afternoon. Miss M is … . Not quite sure what busywork engages Miss M– she’s been so busy we’ve hardly seen her!
I myself am busy thinking about vacuuming and ironing, and contemplating how best to go about washing and polishing all of the stuff in that china cabinet so that I can think seriously about putting away the Christmas dishes. I’ve also been busy wondering if– when I’m done thinking about vacuuming– I should begin to think about waxing the floors. There’s no hurry. I can think about that later when I’m not so busy.
Meanwhile, as I’ve been busy doing these things, I’ve been thinking about civilization. I thought briefly about civiliZation with a “Z” some weeks ago whist awaiting a tornado but today my little country-mouse brain has been thinking hard about civilization. It has concluded that I’ve forgotten what I once knew about civilization.
We cannot have that. So I took some time out of my busy day to consult the foremost authority on civilization, hoping to refresh my memory and learn a bit.
As it turns out, there are only a few necessary conditions for civilization:
Well. My goodness. That doesn’t seem too hard, now does it? (Though noticeably absent is any mention of one of the “fundamentals of a civilized life,” proper napkin etiquette.)
Illustrations from the foremost authority on civilization:
With that cleared up, it’s time for me to get busy thinking about dusting the furniture.